#no more leather daddy </3 like if u cried

[samuelroukin]

"How'd it feel?" "Fucking great"

TAIKA WAITITI as Blackbeard & CON O'NEILL as Izzy Hands in OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH (2022— ) Episode 2.07

#our flag means death #ofmd #ofmdedit #taika waititi #con o'neill #izzy hands #edward teach #blackbeard #tvedit #ofmd spoilers #ofmd s2 #gradient text #no more leather daddy </3 like if u cried #ben.gif

[kiridarling]

[a/n: is this a week late? yes. happy belated-valentine's day angels <3]

—ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀɴ 𝟷𝟾+ ʙʟᴏɢ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮; 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥

→ Definitely went to work that day

→ Not a huge romantic but wake up to find a hot breakfast with a note left on the counter.

Happy Valentines Day, dumbass. Love you.

— k.b

→ When he returns from work, Katsuki buys you roses and shoves them into your chest with an eye roll. You thank him and he responds with a grunt before insisting you put on something nice because he’s taking you out on a dinner date whether you like it or not.

→ Katsuki takes you to the fanciest restaurant—so fancy you feel a little bad that he has to pay, even despite his Pro Hero status. But you’re his, and spoiling you might as well be his love language.

→ Halfway through dinner, Katsuki starts getting a little frisky. Sliding the rough leather of his oxfords up the inside of your thigh, winking and biting his lip. You tell him to stop but you only half-mean it, and the knowing grin on his face lets you know he knows.

"Careful, baby. You don't want the waitress to know how much of a dirty slut you are, do you?”

→ He’s condescending as fuck but you’re totally here for it, and the second he pays for the meal you two are speeding down the highway to a love hotel (per Katsuki’s plan, apparently). You barely make it to the bedroom before you’re all over each other, and if it weren’t for that family of four in the elevator, you definitely wouldn’t have.

→ He tells you to get on the bed and strip, and who are you to deny him of such a luxury? He pulls a plastic black bag out of a different bag—it’s clearly full. With what, you may ask?

→ Sex toys!

→ Katsuki’s endgame is simple—make you cum until you can’t anymore. Not that he’s told you explicitly, but he’s got a Hitachi pressed to your sex and two fingers slamming into you just the way you like it. With your wrists comfortably tied above your head, it doesn’t take him long to bring you to your climax, cheeks burning and thighs shaking.

→ Peering at you under the sweaty mess of ash-blond hair, the fire in Katsuki's eyes only adds fuel to the burning of your gut as the vibrator continues whirr. The realization settles in with a shiver. Oh. Oh fuck, he's not stopping.

“Again.”

→ So, you cum again. And again, and again, and by the time you’re on the fifth it gets a bit hard to feel your toes and you’re so sensitive your thighs burn. All you want is his cock, but for some reason, it’s fucking impossible for him to give it to you.

→ Upon voicing your concerns, Katsuki’s devilish smile only grows wider.

“You want this cock that bad, slut? Yeah? Fine then, fuckin’ choke on it.”

→ It’s basically cannon that one of Katsuki’s favorite things to do is watch you struggle to take all of him, but in this position, all you can do is lay back with bound hands as he fucks your face. It’s sloppy and your eyes and throat burn, but it's totally worth it to hear Katsuki fall apart in your mouth.

“S-So good—fuck—such a good whore, taking all of me, aren’t you?”

→ Katsuki pulls out before he cums in your throat in favor of flipping your limp body into downward dog and stuffing you full of cock in one swift move, the bastard.

→ Katsuki’s never been one to take things slow in bed—to him, it’s all hard and fast and now. You’re scrambling for purchase in the sheets as he pounds into that sweet spot he knows you love, and you feel your fully spent sex twitching back to life anyway. Fuck, fuck. Are you going to cum again?

→ Katsuki seems to catch onto this as well, sweaty chest dropping against your back and the cool of his dog tag tickling your neck as his hand rubs between your legs, muttering dirty nothings in your ear.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? Yeah? Gonna make a fuckin’ mess all over yourself like the slut you are? Fuckin’ do it. Fuckin—fuck—”

→ You two cum at the same time, toes curling and ribcage shuddering, and then—

→ Darkness.

→ You wake up in a few hours, properly clean in fresh sheets. Turns out baby boy fucked you so hard you passed out, but it's okay because he’s found reruns of your favorite show on and is fully prepared with water and snacks.

→ (And he’ll never tell you, but he fully panicked and called Eijirou. Obviously, he knew you were alive, but…what if you passed out because of a problem? A concussion? Internal bleeding, maybe?)

→ (Eijirou ensures him that though this should NOT happen every time, it can happen from exhaustion. To say Katsuki relaxes after that is an understatement.)

(Stay safe angels <3)

And speaking of Eijirou...

𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚; 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞

→ Definitely did not go to work that day.

→ Today, Eijirou plans to treat you like the princess you are. Cooks you breakfast in bed (after almost burning down the kitchen trying to make bacon but shhh we don’t talk about that) books you a full day spa and has Mina take you shopping for a new outfit for your "fancy date" that night.

→ The location? A surprise.

→ It’s dark by the time you and Mina pull up, but the moment you hop out the car she speeds away. Um. She could’ve at least said bye.

"[Y/N?]"

→ Looks like Eijirou brought you to a lake. You wonder who helped him bundle the fairy lights in the trees and set up the picnic because knowing your man and his coordination, it would’ve taken a forever for him to set this up.

→ But all those thoughts shatter the second you see that he’s on his knees, clutching a velvet box with a gorgeous diamond ring sat in the center. Not too flashy, but not too dull.

“U-Uh.”

→ Eijirou swallows then blinks, the only sign that he’s the least bit nervous for this.

“See…I swear I had planned something to say, but you look…holy shit, um—stunning, you look stunning.”

→ His compliment goes over your head though. Of course it does, he’s holding an engagement ring. He chuckles, averting his eyes to the ground.

“Listen, um, you can say no...B-But uh, I love you a lot—obviously—and I’ve been thinking about this a lot, kind of, because you’re like…the love of my life, ya know? I mean, I know everyone says that and everything but like, I really mean it? But if I’m going too fast o-or you just don’t wanna get married or something, I totally get it because obviously this is outta the blue and everything b-but um…yeah.”

→ You let him stutter through the whole thing because, well. It’s cute.

→ ...And then you tackle Eijirou to the ground with renewed passion and slam your lips onto his. His “babe! The ring!” is muffled but you snort anyway, blindly groping for it through the grass. The moment you find it, you shove it into his palm and stick your hand in his face, and with a (very sexy) chuckle, the redhead slides it onto your ring finger.

“I’ll take that as a yes then?”

→ No shit, Sherlock.

→ Either way, the picnic in the dark is abandoned in favor of yanking Eijirou's pants off and giving him the best head of his life. Because goddammit, you love this man so much and he needs to feel it.

→ Afterward, he insists on returning the favor. A wild Gentle Dom Kiri appears and as he eats you out, he mutters a deadly combination of the sweetest and dirtiest things you’ve ever heard.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight and wet. And it’s all for me, isn’t it, baby?"

“You’re gonna cum, angel? Do it. Cum all over Daddy’s face.”

→ Once you semi-recover from your orgasm, he flips you on your hands and knees and slowly pushes inside of you (though not without putting on a condom because safety first, angels). You tell him to speed up, but he denies your request. This time around, Eijirou's going to take the time to love you.

→ As he slowly fucks you under the stars, he dips his chin into your neck as his bigger hands encompass your own. As he starts to play with the ring on your finger, you watch something wet hit the picnic blanket, followed by a sniffle.

“Gosh, fuck—I love you so much. A-And I’m really happy you said yes. I…”

→ You cum first and Eijirou isn’t far behind, shuddering against your spine. Your fiancé unceremoniously rolls onto the picnic blanket next to you, his temple kissing the crest of your skull as the two of you use the comfortable silence to cool down, half-naked under the milky way.

→ In your comfortable silence, you lift your left hand to the stars, fingers splayed to reveal the twinkling diamond solidifying the bond between the two of you. Eijirou hums, hooking his chin on your shoulder.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢; 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲

→ Both of you are painfully single and most importantly, strangers. Strangers who think alike and had the glorious forethought to drown your sorrows at a nightclub with a lot of alcohol.

→ Denki, as he does, accidentally knocks over his liquor-filled cup, completely drenching your bottoms. He apologizes and insists on helping you clean up though getting awfully close to your crotch, but both of you are too tipsy to notice.

→ After the liquor spill, you swap embarrassing love stories and lament over the “hardships of being single.” (Denki’s words.)

→ A few hours pass. You’re tired and ready to go home and Denki requests to walk you home to make sure you get back safely. Not that you live far, maybe ten minutes, but by the time you reach your door, you feel like you've known the electric blond your whole life. After saying goodbye and almost closing the door, Denki blurts out a half-drunken confession...or something like that:

“I—uh, y-you are—uhm, no…this is—“

→ You give him a look, a half-smile at best, and it seems to churn the gears in his brain again.

“This was uhm, really fun and uh, I think you’re really cool.”

→ So naturally, when you invite him inside, he squeals.

→ After a few more drinks and a few more spillages (Denki’s never been a deft drunk), you two finally get over your inner thoughts and start kissing on the couch. It’s hot and messy, and the alcohol in your veins makes it oh, so hot.

→ Denki doesn’t expect you to offer head but when you do he nearly cries, scrambling to pull his pants off while you make space for yourself between his thighs.  Due to the fact that there’s alcohol pumping in Denki’s veins and he hasn't been touched by someone else in at least a year, he’s extra-sensitive. And vocal. 

"F-Fuck gorgeous, you're so good at this...o-oh shit, do that again—yeah, yeah just like that."

→ His hips quiver, and he bucks into your mouth on accident. It earns him a glare and a light slap on the thigh, and you make a mental note to unpack the broken moan that interrupts his apology later. 

→ It doesn't take Denki a long time to cum—five minutes max. He plans to give you a warning but his orgasm runs up on the electric blond so quickly he doesn't even get a warning. When Denki orgasms in your mouth with a choked moan, it's only natural that you pull away in alarm, ribbons of semi-translucent cum flying just about everywhere.

→ To say you're pissed is an understatement (because your poor, poor carpet), but Denki feels terrible and is already reaching for the roll of paper towels you left on the coffee table from your cleaning spree this morning, apologies flying out of his mouth like an auctioneer.

→ Obviously, he's going to make it up to you. Not only for making an absolute mess in your living room (seriously, Denki doesn't know if he's ever come that much in his life) but for the bomb head, and he wants to make you feel just as good as you made him feel.

→ Both of you stumble to your room, the mood miraculously rekindled, and you're not sure what to make of Denki's desperation as he claws at your bottoms, pupils blown to the size of dinner plates. And though it's cheesy, you can't help but shiver when he finally gets eyes on your sex, wetting his bottom lip and the grip around your thigh tightening as he catcalls the apex between your thighs before diving in.

"Hello pretty~"

→ Like any pervert with a vivid imagination, Denki's got a mental warehouse of sex tips and tricks and burns to watch you squirm from his touch. He wants you red-faced and breathless and isn’t shy about it, actively paying attention to your reactions when he curls his fingers or uses his tongue just right.

"Oh, you taste so good sweet thing. So pretty and wet...did I do all this, gorgeous?”

→ Also, electro-stimulation? Yes please.

→ Denki's tentative about it at first because he’s not sure how you’ll react, but once you give him that pretty little moan you've been holding back all evening, you two are going nowhere but hell.

→ His dick hurts from being hard for so long and the second you cum, he’s practically begging to fuck you.

“Please? Please gorgeous? Shit, you felt so good in my mouth I just wanna—I need to—please?”

→ Like you needed any convincing in the first place.

→ You ride him per his request—and will definitely make you repeat things back to him, just because he likes how embarrassed and blushy you get. If you refuse? He’ll be an absolute tease about it. (But only for a bit, because we all know his patience isn’t that great.)

"Yeah? You like this cock? Tell me. Tell me how good my cock makes you feel, gorgeous."

→ There's no way Denki lasts very long (again)—definitely with you in his lap. When he cums, it’s cute and breathless, and his nose scrunches into his eyes. But if he came twice, you should too right?

→ The next morning, Denki's gone. But in his place, there’s a note with his number and an explanation:

had to go to work! lol i have the fattest hangover kill me now ty. either way, you should text me. i wasn't kidding when i said i thought you were cool lol.

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx

— kaminari

[a/n: gah XD my brain melted from writing that um-

also don’t worry about the family of four at the love hotel...they were...um...forced to stay there due to an emergency...lol :) see you soon, angels <3]

#— 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 #— 𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 #— 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐊𝐈 #bnha headcanons #bakugou headcanons #denki headcanons #kirishima headcanon #bnha fanfiction #bakugou smut #denki smut #kirishima smut #bakugou x reader #denki x reader #kirishima x reader #bnha smut

[evera6234]

Gotham’s Salty WIP: Chapter I

RATING: T (Teen for cursing and stuff, this may change)

SUMMARY: 

Basically, the typical Daminette with a bit of lime and spice. Borderline crack fic bc i cant without humor. 

Marinette Dupain-Cheng goes to Gotham whilst carrying three years worth of emotional baggage, what she does with it, we don't know. Does she lug it around? Probably. Does she kick it off a skyscraper? Not probable, but maybe. Does she use it to drop kick an unsuspecting liar. Most definitely.                ~~~> EDITED BY OLLIETHETURTLE ON AO3

Transferred from AO3. 

Lemme know if ya wanna be tagged

OK. Umm.. First fic on AO3. K. We doin this, and we starting with this god awful piece of trash. Yes. Life. Fuck. 

Things ur signing up for:

Big boi Mari & Chloe Friendship Good Vibes TM

My ass shitting on Adrien bc im a salty bitch (and if u aint about that life, its ok. U can leave bc im not interested in fighting with people. No offence or disrespect to adrien stans but yea)

And Adrien stalker moments

Lila and Alya salt (plz see “im a salty bitch”)

Shitty update schedule, if any. I’m counting on yall to harass me to write.

Marinette & Jason “sibling-esque” relationship bc we all need that

An obscene amount of cursing (as you can already tell)

The class will not be  “Our singular communal brain-cell is fucking dead, help.” levels of dumb, but still “I have the IQ of a wet potato sack” levels of dumb.

Eventual negation of canon bc we live that life

“Espresso with a dash of Depresso” Moments TM

I'm originally an MLB fan. So do what you will with that info.

The good old “Ozmav AU” but with some lime and spice

As slow burn as I can

Mental Health stuff and the repercussions of having multiple identities treated completely differently

And the crown jewel of this entire fic… Auntie Harley and Ivy.

And….. sorry…. Ppl will kinda be OOC but im trying my very best. 

Tbh I have no idea where this going rn but... i mean… it going somewhere (specifically hell) because everything does. Leave ideas plz, don’t kill me. Just bully me. 

So yea. Lemme know what u want and if I want to, I might just squeeze it into the fic (if it fit ofc, im not just gonna add random 50 year time-lapses). I'll try my best ;)))) (<-- my quadruple chin)

~

Chloe’s head hangs heavy on Mari’s shoulder as the pressurised air surrounding them vibrates with the sounds… of well… a plane. Chloe had a tough couple weeks; late night combat practises with the new team (LB, Hornet, Viperion and Ryuuko) has obviously taken a toll on her partner. Both wrapped in a thick velvet blanket that Chloe remembered to pack (thank kwami) sharing a pair of headphones, both were lulled into a peaceful slumber.

Alya laughs as Lila tips her small glass of diet coke (that a flight attendant painstakingly poured for her) on a sleeping Marinette’s side of Chloe’s blanket, effectively waking her up. “Oopsies! Sorry Marinette! You see, the cabin air has really been worsening my arthritis. I didn’t mean it! I swear! Cross my heart!” apologized Lila with fake concern as Alya giggles beside her. 

Marinette, literally seeing Lila’s crossed figures behind her back says “At least Chloe is still sleeping, she needs the rest.” Alya, Lila and her empty cup saunter beck to their seats nearby. 

~

Mari and her class finally land in Gotham’s cold December night. Freshly hushed into a private shuttle, the class are driven to their hotel. It is late: around 3:30 AM. With heavy eyelids the class gazed out the bus’s windows in awe. The merging view of traffic and Christmas lights chase them to their residence. No one really remembers or knows what happened that night. Just the feeling of falling, be it into a white fluffy hotel comforter or into the crisp Gotham air. 

~

“Oh! My! Gosh!!!” hears Marinette as Lila on the bus to Wayne Enterprise. “I feel so. At. Home!” In Marinette’s tired ears, there were more exclamation marks. 

“Of course… The only thing that can inhabit Gotham alleyways are cockroaches and villains,” Chloe grumbles beneath her breath, looking out the window.

“What have I ever done to you Chloe?” Lila cries, “I understand why Marinette bullies me, she is a jealous and vile girl. But I thought you, Chloe, want to be a better person, not a bully like that bitch, Marinette!”

“How dare you. How dare you. HOW DARE YOU!” Chloe yells as the recent words loop in her mind, 

“Not gonna call your daddy, huh?” Alya taunts. 

Chloe, with tears in her eyes begins, but is quickly interrupted by Marinette, “No she will not. She doesn’t need to. Chloe grew a lot over the last couple months, I’m so proud of her. She doesn’t need your bitch-ass approval.” Marinette grasps Chloe’s hand which previously wrapped itself around the fabric of Chloe’s heavy caramel winter coat.

“Quiet on the bus!”, A yell came from the front.

“But, Mr. Bus Driver… Marinette is being a…”

“Shut it! Y’all want me to kamikaze this shit into a building? I’m guessing y’all value your lives so shut it!” 

“Ms.Guardian, can I please have a cookie?” Pollen softly asks from the inside of Chloe’s giant white faux leather handbag.

“Shh… Pollen! Now’s not the time!!!” stresses Tikki.

“Please Ms. Guardian!!! I’m so so so hungry. This bag isn’t very warm and it’s taking all my energy to keep warm. A lil blubber wouldn’t hurt…. please!!”.

“Of course Pollen,” quietly respond Mari with a grin, “Here you go.” She pulls out a couple cookies from a Tupperware and hands them to Pollen. “Please share them with Tikki,” whispers Marinette into the bag. 

Marinette and Chloe then hears two tiny “thank you”s followed by the sound that can only be described increasingly aggressive chomping. Both girls giggle quietly.

~

“Welcome to Gotham,” says an unenthusiastic man at the front desk. “Congratulations, you are…” He checks his computer. “On time? Interesting.”

“Yes, we are aware,” grumbles Mrs. Bustier, already done with the man’s attitude.

“Okay so before the tour starts I’m doing to need the student who set-up this field trip to sign a couple forms and stuff. Here ya go.” The man pushed a thicc pile of paper into the teachers hand. 

“Oooh! That would be me sir!” Lila chirped, intercepting the papers before skipping back to her posse of her’s. A few seconds after beginning to fill out paperwork Lila cries “Ouch! My wrist! My arthritis! Can someone help me filling out all these form.” 

“I’ll fill them out, I’m only going to need your signatures,” offered Max.

“Thank you Max, you are so sweet!” Lila complements. 

“Of course, your arthritis was badly affected by the altitude yesterday, you shouldn’t be staining your wrist so early!” Max blushed. 

“Maribug, you gonna to say something?” 

“Nah, just watch. Entertainment without a Netflix membership.”

#dcu x mlb #dc x miraculous #daminette #maribat #marinette deserves better #chloe redemption #ozmav #ml salt #adrien salt #alya salt #lila salt #chloe sugar #we love chloe in this house #aunty harley and ivy of ya'll stick around #cross-posted on ao3 #miraculous salt

[the-sympathetic-villain]

U!patton and Remus for the Remus prompt. my friend and I had an idea where Patton forces Remus to wear a muzzle so he can’t talk

Okay, I don't know how to write short prompts so I went a little overboard on this. I also threw in some protective Janus just for fun. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it! <3

Pure Thoughts

Description: Remus makes his way over to the light side of the Mindscape to patch up his relationship with Virgil, but he doesn't quite make it to his friend.

Characters: Remus, Patton, Janus, Virgil and Logan Mentioned Pairings: Platonic Dukeciet Word Count: 3256 Warnings: Remus-Type Content (Sexual Innuendo, Somewhat Graphic Descriptions, Etc), Threats, Attempted Erasing of a Side, Swearing, Death mention, Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort, Unsympathetic Patton (Let me know if I missed anything!)

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Remus poked his head into the dim, empty corridor of the mindscape, pausing to check for the other sides before tiptoeing around the corner. Any other night, he'd be making his way down the hall with cymbals on the feet and a kazoo in his mouth, but tonight was the night to be covert. For once, he was actually trying not to be noticed, and notably, he was succeeding. Which was as perfectly satisfying as his pet eldritch demon's tentacle slime, because the last time he'd made one of his more spectacular entrances in their shared spaces, the Microsoft Nerd™ had nearly blown a gasket.

He'd lectured Remus for nearly forty-five minutes about ‘optimal sleep schedules’ and ‘the importance of brushing your teeth’ or whatever the dork had been saying. Quite frankly, Remus hadn't been listening. Learning from his mistakes wasn't exactly his jam, and if nerdy Wolverine’s brain was too full of Crofter’s to have realized that, that seemed like a him problem.

Besides, that was the past. Right now, the future seemed so much juicer. His fabulously favorite emo had eased up on his prickly sarcasm enough to give him a chance to talk things out, and as ambivalent as he may pretend to be, he wasn’t going to pass on the opportunity to make amends with his old friend. He wanted to salvage any small piece of their damaged relationship, so here he was, sneaking into the light sides' half of the mindscape to duke it out with his anxious nightmare.

The only challenge left was passing the other light sides’ rooms. Virgil's room of course had of course moved to the farthest corner of their space, making it the most difficult to reach without being noticed. Of course, he could make it easy if he cut across the common room. That way,  he'd miss Roman’s room entirely and the only one he'd have to worry about was—

“Hey, kiddo.”

Remus head spun on his shoulder to the sound of Patton’s voice. The usually friendly father figure's familiar voice filled the room with a soft kind of seriousness that sent shivers down Remus' spine. The chill in Patton's voice was new and unsettling, but still, Remus cracked a cocky grin as he stared into the shadows and waited for Patton's lecture. After a moment, the lamp on the far side of the room clicked on to reveal a seriously scary looking frown on Patton’s face. Remus straightened upright as a tingling of fear crept up his arms. The creep factor of the amber lighting alone would have put Remus' own efforts to shame, but this was Patton.

Pun-loving, puppy cuddling Patton.

Patty boy’s harmless.

Right?

Remus swallowed nervously before summoning up his usual carefree front and staggering across the soft carpet. “Hey, Padre. Sorry, if you were looking for a late night suck, but I'm actually in a bit of a hurry. Maybe later—”

“Language, Remus.”

Remus stalled at the coldness in Patton’s tone. He licked his lips. The hostility in the air was nearly palpable as Remus stared across the room, trying to get a gauge on this new side Patton. It wasn't often one of the other sides left Remus speechless, but he was unsure of how to react to such an open display of hostility, especially from the side whose entire being was rigged toward being nurturing. Oh, well. There wasn't much else for him to do and he was on a schedule tonight. Remus let out a breath, falling back on familiar habits as an attempt to cover his exit. “Don't get your panties in a bunch, Patty daddy. I know you’re not the type blow and go without a sticky emotional mess, but you don’t have to worry—”

“You’re not going, Remus.”

Remus’ grin faltered at the finality in Patton’s voice, biting his lip as he eyed the direction of Virgil's room. “Um, what?”

“Virgil’s been doing so good.” Patton growled as he rose to his feet. Remus' feet felt like lead holding him in place while Patton moved to block his way. “I finally got my kiddo realizing how toxic you are to him and I’m not going to let you play with him anymore.”

Remus' mustache twitched with displeasure at the insinuation, though a part of him wasn't denying Patton's brusque statement. “Listen, Pattycake. As well as you play the daddy dom role, Virgil asked for me to come and I don’t see where this is your business, so I'll just be—"

“Virgil needs help knowing what's good for him.” Patton continued as a deep hatred started to burn in his eyes. “and that isn't you, Remus.”

Remus brushed him off, starting towards the door. He'd only made it a few steps before Patton waved his hand the door disappeared. Defensiveness turned to frustration as he reeled on Patton. “You can't just—”

“Go back to the whole where you belong before force you into your place.”

Remus froze as Patton's stomp connected with the ground, sending a shiver across his skin as the particles of his body destabilized. A choking breath caught in his throat and his hands shot to his chest in a manic frenzy as his body solidified again. He glanced up at the dangerous sparkle in Patton's eye. Remus was alive for now, but he got the feeling Patton wasn’t done with him yet.

“Hold on, Pat. Let's talk about this—” A bead of sweat dripped down Remus temple as he began stepping away from the door. His hands lingered in the air as he tried to reason with Patton. “—I thought we were good. The human pocket protector told you it was best to play nice with me. I get you don't like me, and it don’t have to be an orgy or nothing, but you can't just piss all over the nerd's hypoth—”

“Shut up.”

Remus sucked in a sharp breath as a black, leather muzzle appeared over his face. The leather molded to his skin as his hands shot to his face in a sudden manic moment of fear. Desperately, he pulled at the leather with all the force he could muster as the glowing rage in Patton’s eyes slowly backed him into a corner.

“I'm sick of you bullying Logan and dragging Virgil down.” The lights in the room flickered as Patton cried out and shoved Remus to the ground. “I don't care what Thomas says or Logan thinks. You don’t deserve to stay. Thomas is better off without you."

Remus hesitated. His hands lingered on the muzzle as his eyes flitted the door back to his own room. He knew he could retreat to his own room, but the idea of letting Virgil think he’d stood him up gave him pause. The choice was made for him a moment later when  Patton’s power vibrated in the air and Remus let out a muffled cry as he felt his being wavering. The particles of his body began to weaken and fade as his resistance crumbled. He was unable to push back or even speak as Patton started to force him into the subconscious.

“Virgil will be disappointed when he realizes you forgot about him,” Patton whispered as Remus tipped his head up to meet the horrifying smile spread across Patton's face. “but he'll understand once you’re gone. I'll make sure he knows how bad you really are.”

Panic shot to Remus’ heart as he clutched at his fading body, choking as the muzzle as it grew tighter on his lips.

“I should have put that muzzle on you years ago." Patton’s laugh cracked in his ear. “Your silence is music to my ears. Finally, we can be good. Thomas can be good without you hear to ruin—"

“Is everything okay in here?”

Remus let out a heaving breath as his body hit the ground. He clutched his hands to his body, feeling around to make sure he was still fully there as Patton's grip loosened on him.

“Mind your own business, Janus.”

“Remus is my business. You made it clear years ago that he is my responsibility.” A flicker of worry flashed over Janus' eyes as Remus glanced up to him, but his gaze remained cold and distant as he maintained eye contact with Patton. “In fact, I think I'll be taking him now.”

Remus fingers raised to his lips as Patton’s muzzle fell away at Janus’ snap. His body was numb as Janus moved between him and Patton, extending a hand down to him. Remus swayed, staring at the fury in Patton's eyes as Janus pulled him to his feet.

“You have no right—”

“I think you'll find that I'm quite within my rights to do as I please.” Janus muttered as he absently brushed the dust from Remus’ shirt and shot a deathly glare at Patton. "but if you want to test that theory, I have no problem getting Thomas involved.”

Patton growled his discontent as Janus stepped forward to shield Remus from Patton's gaze. The silence hung over them, weighing heavy on Remus' shaking body, until the air shifted and Patton took a step back. “Keep him away from Virgil or I may not be so forgiving next time.”

“Don’t worry. You've won this battle, Morality, but I hope you know that Virgil will start to question your iron grip on him eventually. I taught him better than to simply follow others.” Janus muttered bitterly. His head bowed in reluctant acceptance of Patton's good grace, though his voice remained rebellious as their eyes remained locked together. “ He will not accept your word on blind faith.”

“Virgil will learn not to question me when he realizes how toxic you are to him. He can be molded into something better, unlike the cretin you're using so much of your dwindling energy to protect.” Patton spat as he turned to the door. “Now, go back to your hole before I change my mind."

“Remus, go.” Janus shoved him to the door.

“But—”

“For once in your life, don’t argue with me.” Janus muttered as he guided the shell-shocked Remus back to the dark sides' hallway. His voice dropped after a few steps and he glanced down at Remus. “Not a single word until he can't hear us. Got it?”

Remus nodded, still numb as Janus dragged him toward his own room. He could hear Janus’ breathing become heavy as he guided Remus through the narrowing hallways with an unnatural speed, not stopping until they reached Remus' black door at the end of the hallway.

“Jan—”

“Not yet, Re.” Janus whispered as he cast one last suspicious glance down the empty hallway before shoving Remus inside the narrow door frame.

“Janus, what the h—”

Remus' diatribe was knocked out of him as Janus' body slammed into his chest. He froze as Janus' arms curled around him, unsure of how to process the man's tight grip. He tensed, ready to struggle when he realized Janus was actually hugging him.

“Are you hurt?”

“What? No—” Remus whispered. His body went limp as released him enough to look him up and down. “I'm—I'm fine, Jan.”

“I'm going kill that self-righteous bastard.” Janus seethed. His grip on Remus' shoulders tightened as he stared past Remus to the closed door. “How dare he threaten you—”

“Janus—”

“—and especially when you were actually working to make things right with Virgil—"

“I don’t—” Remus blinked as Janus' words registered in his mind. "Wait, how did you know that's what I was—"

“I mean, where does he even get off thinking he can control Virgil's life without his input anyway?" Janus growled, gesturing abruptly to the door. "Virgil isn’t some helpless child. He’s able to make his own decisions—"

“Am I on fucking mute or something?”

“—and you!” Janus spat, gesturing towards the Remus. Remus immediately flinched at Janus' anger, though he wasn’t sure what he'd done to deserve the lying side's ire. “He could have killed you—”

"What?" Remus flailed as Janus grabbed the collar of his shirt like a disobedient child. “Hey, that's not fair! I didn’t know that Pattoncake was secretly a sadist—”

“You should have been more careful—"

Remus' head reeled as Janus spun him around, but he managed to stifle his nausea long enough to shout at Janus. “Jan—For fuck's sake, either fuck me or take my head off your fucking chopping block—”

Janus blinked, finally taking in Remus' red face as he swayed uneasily in Janus' grip. “What?”

"Listen, I like it rough and all but if I knew that you could manhandle me like that—" Remus blinked blearily as Janus loosened his grip. "Fuck the possibilities are endless, but—"

"Remus, I'm really not in the mood for your games tonight—"

“I'm not playing—Just ignore all of that. I needed to get your attention because you wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise. ” Remus muttered, waving his hands as he found his bearings. “Jan, you—you frickin' saved me.”

"Now is the time you decide to censor yourself?"

"I'm trying to give you a compliment, Janus." Remus cut him off with a wave of his arms. "Hello, I wasn't expecting to become a damsel in distress but you make a hell of a knight in shining armor to have actually stepped in to save me.

“Of course, I saved you." Janus muttered after a moment, dipping his head in embarrassment. "I felt Patton’s emotions start to well up. I knew he was going to cause trouble and I wasn't about to leave you to his mercy.”

“What so you mean you felt him?” Remus mouth dropped in confusion.

Janus shrugged as his gaze dropped to the ground, still agitated. “I feel a lot of things Patton does.”

“But why?” Remus growled angrily as Janus clammed up. "Just spit it out already, Jan—"

“Because he's Thomas’ biggest lie.” Janus blurted out without thinking, gesturing to the door.

“What?” Remus whispered as he watched Janus begin to pace the room.

“The source of Thomas’ morality is corrupt.” Janus yelled, though he was quickly losing steam. “Not Thomas himself. God, not Thomas. But his insistence on clinging to his purity complex and thinking he can please everyone if he just tries hard enough—It's the most insidious evil that's ever taken root in him.

Remus went quiet as Janus explained and everything suddenly began to click into place.

“Thomas can't just turn his attention away from every reality he doesn't like.” Janus shrugged as he looked up at Remus. “Trying to eliminate anything uncomfortable or unpleasant in his life is a slippery slope to much more dangerous ideas.”

“Okay,sure, but this is still happy pappy, sunshine-coming-out-of-his-ass Patton. You sure you don't got a screw loose in that big brain of yours?” Remus managed to blurt out in exasperation. The scene had just played out before his own eyes,  but he couldn't help that his brain turned to fuzz every time he attempted to process it. “Ya know? Maybe, we’re in a some sort of shared delusion.  I mean, I know he's cute and all but now's not the time to think with your other head—”

"Remus," Janus let out an exasperated sigh as he glared at Remus. “I know you can’t help it but I would strongly prefer you think before you speak, like a normal person—”

“But, Jan. Come on—"

“His perceived innocence is part of the ruse, Remus. Why do you think Thomas' Logic is blind to his actions?” Janus muttered as his voice became nearly manic. "Why do you think his Creativity fawns over him and his Anxiety is soothed by him?"

Remus giggled as the human side of Janus' face became a brilliant shade of red. "Couldn't just be that he's just more personable than you, Janus?"

"Remus, I swear I'll strangle you myself—"

“Ya know, it's not often I'm the one fighting to talk over you.” Remus interrupted as he giggled and leaned into Janus' fury with a crooked grin. “If I knew you'd get all hot and bothered by Patty getting rough with me, I would’ve shoved my—"

“If you value your life, you will not finish that thought.” Janus muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. “This is serious, Remus. You—You could have died.”

“Everything’s always serious, Jan-Jan. You should give yourself a break.” Remus grinned, gesturing up and down at himself. "Do I look dead to you?"

“I know, but—”

Remus' grin widened as he rambled. “I mean, I've got a plan for when the heart attack kills you and all, but I'm not like dying to use it.”

“That's not the—Wait, you do?”

“Well, yeah. I wouldn't let you go out without a bang." Remus' grin widened as Janus turned up him curiously. "Figured I'd have some fun with it and put your head under someone’s covers. It’s very Godfather-esque.”

“Huh—" Janus leaned back, suddenly contemplative to Remus' proposal. "To whom would you do this?”

“Well, not Pattycake anymore.” Remus laughed, patting Janus on the back. “Maybe, Roman though. He needs good jolt every once in a while.”

“He certainly could stand to come down a few notches on his ego.” Janus sighed, rolling his eyes. He paused, finally taking a breath as he stared at Remus unfaltering smile. “I have no idea how you're managing to stay calm after what just happened."

“Well, that's easy." Remus purred with cocky smile as he leaned into Janus. “I got my big, bad protector here with me.”

"I got lucky, Remus." Janus huffed. “If I hadn't have been paying attention to Patton's power flaring up,  you would've—”

“Whatever, you felt that Patty boy was about to turn me to dust and you showed up.” Remus brushed off Janus' excuses. “That means something, Jan—Means a lot to me actually.”

Janus blinked as he looked up to the suddenly serious expression on Remus' face.

“The deadly dad freaked me out and I have to admit he had me kinda buying the story that I'm not that great of an influence on Virgil—” Remus sighed as he let his grin dropped away. “— or Thomas even, but I figure if you saved me, I can’t actually be all bad.”

“You’re not bad, Remus.”

“Yeah, well, even I need a reminder of that every once in a while.” Remus smiled. He shifted on his feet as he looked up at Janus. “So, thanks.”

“Anytime, Re.” Janus smirked at Remus' sincere smile. "I've always got your back."

“I know you do.” Remus breathed with a worried glance back at his door. “Saving me might have been the easy part though, Jan. Patton didn't seem like he was gonna let our Stormy Nightmare go.”

“Virgil will see through his lies,” Janus breathed as tasted the air. “The power's shifting and he can't hold me back forever. We aren't going down without a fight, and once Thomas sees his true nature, the game's over for Morality.”

“Well, better get cracking then,” Remus grinned. “before Patton finishes brainwashing 'em all.”

Janus nodded with a glance at the wall as a sudden chill ran up his spine. He could feel someone watching, but he supposed it didn’t matter. There was no turning back now. “Yes, Remus. I think it’s time to start pushing back.”

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#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fanfic #ts remus #ts patton #ts janus #unsympathetic patton #platonic dukeceit #remus centric #Pure Thoughts #villain writes

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bts fanfic recommendations.

(hiiii, these are my favorite fics ever. i highly recommend all of them. btw these are all manxwoman bc i dont really read manxman

btwww i couldnt tag all accounts cuz for some annoying ass reason tumblr only lets u tag 50 accounts.... sorry)

kim seokjin:

dont wanna fall (m) by @9uk

sugar daddy!seokjin

love bite (m) by @taetaesbaebaepsae

vampire!y/n

these wicked delights (m) by @ditzymax

incubus!seokjin

the leather loafers by @jimlingss

cinderella au (cinderella aus are superior and ofc jimlingss is a queen. everything she writes is a 10/10)

min yoongi:

heaven’s winter (m) by @matchakoo

seraph!yoongi

2.1 out of 5.0 (m) by @minflix

black mirror au

mixtape (m) by @jungblue

baby, you can drive my car (m) by @jungshookz

mechanic!yoongi

jung hoseok:

heartbeat (m) by @joonbird

gang au (i LOVEE heartbeat so much. everybody should read it, its so good)

the worst wonderful time of the year by @lamourche

christmas au, office au

my soul to reap (m) by @readyplayerhobi

reaper!hoseok, harpy!y/n

the purge by @jungblue

purge au

distractions (m) by @dreamscript

may the odds ever be in your favor (m) by @yandearest

hunger games au, yandere!hoseok

hot rod (m) @kinktae

greaser!hoseok (yes i think its the best of all of the rewind fics. sorry bitchin' stans 😴)

kim namjoon:

a taste of heaven (m) by @joonited

(read this NOW!! its really short anyway)

runaways (m) by @littlemisskookie

nerd!namjoon (yall read all the warnings first cuz its honestly kinda fucked up 😳)

thrills found on solid ground (m) by @bibbykins

soft yandere!namjoon (even though its a yandere au its really really soft yandere, i could hardly tell tbh, and its literally so good)

castaways (m) by @rmnamjoons

desert island au (this took me so long to read but definitely worth it)

wrap it up (m) by @1997jk

the dragons lair (m) by @solastia

hybrid!namjoon

park jimin:

otherworldly (m) by @sinning-on-a-sunday

coraline au, yandere!jimin (coraline and jimin. it doesnt get better than that me thinks)

ragdoll (m) by @ausblack

hybrid!jimin

i love you by @seokjinchuriki

vampire!jimin (GUYSSS,,,,, this one is so short but fuck i love it so much.... 😭😭 i would die for vampire jimin)

chained to you (m) by @addicktjimin

fuckboy!jimin

peaches & piercings (m) by @matchakoo

cheerleader!y/n, punk!jimin

kim taehyung:

stuck with you (m) by @jungshookz

roommates au (i think the best thing about all this fic are the drabbles. they really make her characters feel so alive)

tempting (m) by @kinktae

demon!taehyung (again literally everything this queen writes is amazing!!!!!!! but im not afraid to admit that i think tempting is her best work 😌)

pretty kitten (m) by @sweetheartjeongguk

hybrid au, camgirl!y/n

worshippers of the sky by @jimlingss

greek goddess!y/n (my second favorite series ever i think. i deadass cried at the end of the last chapter purly because it was over and loved it so much)

dont ask, dont tell (m) by @jingabitch

hybrid!taehyung

the seven seas (m) by @readyplayerhobi

atlantis au

forbidden by @namjoonbby1

try my luck (m) by @drquinzelharleen

teacher!taehyung

jeon jungkook:

secrets of silk (m) by @nochugguk

camboy!jungkook

by its cover (m) by @gimmesumsuga

the devil’s change up (m) @jungblue

baseball player!jungkook

raising demons (m) by @jeonseok

demon!jungkook

énouement (m) by @littlemisskookie

mulan au

gold rush (m) by @nochugguk

track runner!jungkook (i literally was obsessed with this fic, i have read it sooo many times)

streamy (m) by @jungkookiebus

angel in darkness (m) by @icyhobi

mafia au, prostitution au

new romantics by @cupofteaguk

hogwarts au (if you like hogwarts aus,, this is a must read)

hunting a hybrid (m) by @btswrckd

hybrid!jungkook

under the moonlight (m) by @katobobato

werewolf!jungkook

the sea & the storm (m) by @jamaisjoons

sea spirit!y/n (this one is also really good, but i especially loved the ending. it deadass made me so happy)

shimmers by @boywivlove

hogwarts au

finding beauty in your darkest places (m) by @dreamingofkoo

mental clinic au

what happened in vegas (m) by @namjoonbby1

stripper!y/n

offside (m) by @daddychims

soccer player!jungkook (omg i only just realized that this is on tumblr too. ive always read it on ao3 cuz i didnt know it was on here. but im happy i can add it cuz its one of my fave fics ever and i always recommend it to my friends)

quarter quell by @chinkbihh

hunger games au, yandere!jungkook (omg someone else reminded me of this fic. and like thank u,,, cuz i literally forgot it existed. but i remember reading the first part and being in love with it so i read part 2 and now i love it even more 🥳 i highly recommend and im really existed for part 3. also everything on this account is a gem for yandere!bts fans)

jimin + taehyung:

baby, baby (m) by @hobiwonder

surrogacy au (i really love this one. especially jimin, he is so cute)

namjoon + seokjin:

zodiac (m) by @honeymoonjin

(i honestly dont even know how to discribe this one but its like soooo good.

hoseok + namjoon:

for the crown @seokoloqy

royality au (its an interactive which is so cool tbh)

ot7:

enjoy your stay (m) by @honeymoonjin

hotel!au (its been a while since i read this one but i did really enjoy it. i just really love hotel type aus for some reason)

armed to the fangs (m) by @jingabitch

vampire!bts, hunter!y/n (i actually really like how slowburn it is. im getting so tired of fics where y/n is like “i hate you guys,,, im not easy like other girls” and then jumps on their dick the next chapter lmao. but yes,,, this one is really good)

men on the 13th floor (m) by @khyunni

hotel au, ghost au (i love this one so much)

the iris hotel by @sugakookiecrumble

hotel au, horror au (again,,,, i really like hotel aus)

catalyst (m) by @untilspringdays

mafia au

oasis by @secret-kpoplibrary

hybrid!bts (yall this fic is so cute. i always reread when i want something fluffy)

all is fair in love & war by @smoljamswrites

mafia au

undecided by @nomimits7

detective au (i really love these type of aus!!)

thesis it by @xherxx

roommates au (this fic has a special place in my heart cuz i remember loving it so much that i stayed up the whole night to read it and skipped school the next day cuz i was too tired. good times)

moth to flame (m) by @bang-to-the-tan

vampire!bts (not to be controversial lol but im my opinion this is the best smut. its just sooo good lmfao. also vampire bts 😋 what else could u want)

ethereal orbit (m) by @miamorjoon

alien au (saving the best for last ofc. seriously i think ethereal orbit is my favorite fic ever. i just love it so much. also yall don’t understand how whipped i am for eo namjoon and jungkook. theyre the best. you have to read this one)

anyway thats all for now. i might update it later. i hope this helps u find new pics. btw sorry for the lack of yoongi and seokjin,,, 💔😾

#bts recs #bts fanfic recs #seokjin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #namjoon x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #taehyung x you #jimin x you #namjoon x you #hoseok x you #yoongi x you #seokjin x you #seokjin smut #yoongi smut #hoseok smut #namjoon smut #jimin smut #taehyung smut #jungkook smut #jungkook x y/n #taehyung x y/n #jimin x y/n #namjoon x y/n #hoseok x y/n #yoongi x y/n #seokjin x y/n

[inconvenient-sneezes]

chapter 3 of the walking dead fic, “something wicked this way comes.” 

read chapter 1 read chapter 2

Chapter 3: The Day Will Come

Negan continued to drive and for a couple hours, it began to rain. Hard. The droplets pelted the RV’s metal roof and the resulting sound inside the trailer was nearly deafening.

He would’ve have been able to hear if Rick snuck up on him again. Negan let his mind wander and imagined Rick, tip-toeing behind the driver’s seat, raising that heavy weapon above his head until he let gravity take over, smashing Negan’s skull. He pictured his own brain’s grey and white matter splattered on the windshield and on the seat.

He let the intrusive thoughts go, determined to stay realistic. After all, he wasn’t really worried about Rick, mostly because he had locked Rick up in the back room, and Negan could still feel the key in his pocket. He wasn’t surprised when Rick didn’t put up a fight, but he was also a bit relieved. He could feel himself getting sicker by the minute and new this headcold was going to kick him on his ass.

Without taking his hands off the wheel, he sneezed loudly into his shoulder. “Hh’EHSHOO!”

The silence following was noticeable. Negan half-expected to hear Rick call out a “bless you!” 

He shook his head, as if trying to clear it, and ended up sneezing again. “Uh’SSHHSHOO!”

The second sneeze made his head hurt, and he was surprised when he heard himself audibly groan.

Thankfully, they were almost back. After a few minutes, he took his foot off the gas pedal and the trailer squealed as Negan applied the brakes.

Negan unlocked Rick’s door and sniffed, staring at him. When Rick didn’t move, Negan slammed his fist on the wall. “Hey.”

“We’re here, prick,” he said nasally, opening the door wider. “Aw, is this hard for you?”

Rick didn’t answer. No surprise there, Negan thought. The silence pressed him to continue.

“Rick, you’ve been king for some time. It m-must have been hard to see two of your— hh’ESHHOO!” 

Negan snapped forward with another desperate-sounding sneeze and silently hoped he wouldn’t sneeze again. Weak-willed men disgusted him and having a cold made him feel… weak. There was no other way to describe it.

“It must’ve been hard to see two of your own gone, just like that,” he said, snapping his fingers for emphasis. “Getting them clipped like that — one nut, then the other — and in front of your boy? Whew, that had to be tough.”

Negan shook his head, and took the opportunity to quickly run a finger under his nostrils, sniffling again.

“I mean, hey. That’s some fucked up shit.”

He opened the trailer’s medicine cabinet and snatched a bottle of hydrogen peroxide, smiling to himself. Oh, goody. He picked up the axe and rubbed the bloody blade on Rick’s leather jacket, smearing the innards of walkers and probably human victims on his clothes. Rick resisted the urge to duck out of his way.

Then Negan opened the bottle of peroxide and watched its contents escape as he poured the stuff all over the blade. He was grateful he was so congested, because the smell of hydrogen peroxide made him nauseous.

“Boom, boom. Well, that’s all over isn’t it? Over and done with, huh?”

Rick shrugged away from him as Negan sat down, wiping the axe off with a dirty towel. Negan did so in the quiet, until he decided to fill the space with some words of wisdom.

“But you know, you can still be a leader, Rick. You can lead a productive, fruitful life, producing for me. What’s better than that?”

Like usual, Rick didn’t answer. His blue eyes looked watery as Negan extended the now-clean axe across the table. A peace offering. Not really.

“You’ll need it,” he said, holding it out. “I just got a feeling.”

He sniffled, waiting for Rick to take it, and rubbed his nose, aggravated. “Take it, Rick. Jesus Christ.”

Rick snatched the weapon from Negan without saying a word. After a few tense seconds, Negan suddenly grabbed Rick by his collar and dragged him out of the trailer, just like before. They were surrounded by others — the Saviors, all standing in a circle staring at them — and Negan wanted a final show. He threw Rick to ground, who landed face first.

“Let me ask you something Rick,” Negan said, his sinuses prickling. Fuck. “Do you even know what that little trip was a-ahhh… about?

Rick began to pull himself out of the dirt as Negan’s breath caught again and he snapped forward with a loud sneeze. “Hih’RDSCHOO!”

Nearby, one of the Saviors jumped at the sudden sound. Rick’s son, Carl, watched his father stand, shakily.

Negan rubbed his nose on his sleeve, irritated. “Speak when you’re spoken to,” he snapped at the man in front of him.

“Okay,” Rick said, his voice hoarse and gravelly.

“We took that trip because of the way you looked at me,” Negan explained, still sniffling. 

If only his goddamn nose would stop running. “I needed to change that. I needed to change that look on your face, you know?”

As Rick looked up at him, Negan shook his head. Rick was still looking at him the same damn way as before. His spirit was seemingly unbreakable.

“Should I give you another chance, Rick? Because I’m just not sure.”

Rick nodded before his voice returned. “Y-yes,” he said, his words barely a whisper. “Yes.”

Negan smiled, flashing his teeth. “Let’s get back to it, then. It’s been a shit day, hasn’t it?”

He didn’t wait for Rick to respond. “Let’s see if it’s just going to be your shit day, or everyone’s last shit day. What do you think?”

Negan watched Rick glace around at the other’s from his group. Michonne. Carl. Daryl. Most of them didn’t look it, but they were afraid.

“L-let’s get some guns on ’em,” Negan stammered before snapping forward with another sneeze. “Huh’SZSHOOO!”

The Saviors did as ordered, and handful of them cocked their weapon and put it against the skulls of Rick’s people. Negan saw Rick’s Adam’s apple bob and Negan felt his stomach flip. There was something about seeing true fear in another man that did things to him.

Negan snuffled into the back of his hand, shaking his head. “If y’all have to fire, man. This is going to make a real big mess.”

He pointed at Carl and saw the light in Rick’s eyes disappear. “Hey kid,” Negan said, beckoning Carl over.

“Come here. Right here.” 

Wordlessly, Carl stood up from where he’d been kneeling and walking toward his father and the man holding his father captive. He stared fearlessly at Negan.

“You use your left hand a lot?”

“What?” Carl snapped, defensive.

Negan smirked, patient. “Are you a lefty?”

“Nope.”

He nodded, examining a long, leather belt in his hand. “Alright, good.”

Negan grabbed Carl’s left arm roughly and tightened the belt around it, sniffling all the while. Fuck this stupid cold. He was making a makeshift tourniquet, whether or not the kid knew it. All that was important to Negan was that Rick knew what he was doing to his son.

“That hurt?” he asked, tightening the belt some more.

Carl shook his head. “No.”

“It’s supposed to,” he said, snatching Carl’s hat off his head and tossing it to one of the Saviors. “Alright, sit down next to your daddy. Let’s get this show on the road.”

Carl knelt on the gravel until Negan pushed him flat on his stomach, then nodded, satisfied. He felt the urge to sneeze again, but fought it off, blinking back tears.

Negan then searched the group of people until he saw the man he was looking for. “Hey, Simon. You got a pen I can borrow?”

The other man nodded. “Sure,” he said, tossing a marker Negan’s way. Negan took the marker and drew a thick, black line on the upper half of Carl’s arm.

“There we go. Perfect. Couldn’t have done it better.”

“Please,” Rick said, his voice hushed and barely above a whisper. “Please don’t. Don’t do it.”

Negan chuckled, then gasped with the sudden urge to sneeze. “H-huh! Huh’FFSHHOO! Ooh, did I get ya?”

Rick ignored it. “You don’t have to do this,” he said, voice cracking.

“Me?” Negan smiled, spitting into the dirt. “Oh, I ain’t doing shit.”

He dragged his forearm under his nose before continuing. “Listen, Rick. I want you to use that axe and just go ahead and cut your son’s left arm off. That’s it. Just right on that line I drew.”

Neither Carl nor Rick said a word. The area was silent, save for Negan’s quick sniffs.

“Okay, I get it. You’re processing what I just said. That’s fine. I still need you to do it, though,” Negan said, gesturing to Rick’s people. “Or all these folks here are going to die.”

This time, it was Michonne who spoke up. “Please, you don’t have to do this. We understand — we all do,” she told him shakily.

Negan shook his head. “No, see, you understand. I don’t think old Rick here gets it. E-ehh… excuse me for one— hh’PFSSHSH!”

He rubbed his pink nostrils before continuing. “Listen, it needs to be a clean slice. I know it’s fucked up to say, but kind of like a slice of salami. Just a clean cut, nothing messy.”

Rick didn’t move.

“We have a great doctor here,” Negan said, smiling. “The kid will be fine, probably.”

Negan saw a bead of sweat drip down Rick’s forehead. “Rick, I need this now. Let’s go.”

“Let it be me,” Rick said, voice trembling. “Do it to me. Please.”

Negan shook his head. “Uh huh. That’s not what I want. Pick up the axe, Rick.”

When Rick didn’t move, Negan grabbed Lucille. “If you don’t make a decision Rick, you’re making an even bigger decision. You really want these people to die? You’ll see every little thing — every ugly thing — and your eyes will be wide open the whole time.”

Rick moaned but it didn’t sound human. It was the noise of a broken animal. Negan slammed Lucille on the ground. “I’m counting! Three!”

“Please,” Rick sobbed. “It can be me. It can be me.”

“Two!” All this yelling was sure hurting his sore throat.

“Please don’t do this,” Rick cried out.

Negan slapped his face and grabbed his chin, pulled Rick close to him. He started into Rick’s watery eyes, resisting the urge to sneeze again. The man looked soulless.

“Rick, this is it,” he said.

Rick took the axe in his trembling hands and let out a guttural moan. Negan turned to see Carl’s reaction. He was lying motionless on the ground, watching his father. 

“Just do it, Dad,” he said. “Just do it.”

Rick raised the axe above his head, sobbing, and felt Negan’s hand on his wrist. “Rick, you’re mine. Do you understand that? You provide for me. You belong to me.”

Rick stared up at him, lip trembling and tears running down his face. “Right?”

The other man seemed frozen and Negan, fed up, grabbed Rick’s face. “Speak when you’re fucking spoken to,” he snapped, before his jaw went slack. “Hih’RRISSH!” 

He just narrowly missed sneezing on Rick.

“Yes, yes,” Rick choked out, gasping for breath.

“You answer for me! You provide for me!”

“I provide for you,” Rick said hoarsely.

“You belong to me, right?”

“Right,” he nodded, breathing heavily. Another tear slipped down his cheek.

Negan clapped. “Yes! See, that is the look I wanted to see. Right there.” He took off his red bandana and dabbed at his nose. “Everyone, we did it! We all did it, together. Even those dead guys. Shit, they did as much as any of us, right? Today was a fucking productive day.”

Negan’s voice was hoarse and he strained it, trying to yell. “I hope for all your sake that you get it now. I hope you understand how things work here. Whatever you had going for you, that was a pipe dream. It’s over now.”

He pointed to Daryl. “Hey, Simon? Load him up. He’s got guts. I like him.”

As they forced Daryl into a truck, Negan bent close to Rick. “You know why I like him? Because he’s not a fucking pussy like someone else I know.”

“And you know what? You still want to kill me?” Negan asked, shoving Rick until he lost his balance. “I’ll cut pieces off of whatever his name is — Daryl, or whatever — I’ll cut pieces off him and make you eat them. Or better yet, I’ll make you do the messy work.”

“We’ll leave you a truck and be back in one week to collect our offerings,” Negan said. “And by then you b-behhh… you better — HRRISCH! H-hih! Hh’SHUHHH! — you better have lots of goodies for me.”

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[casworan]

❝ pride was fed to him from a silver spoon and now that he’s grown up, he’s grabbed the spoon and fed his ego some more. ❞ THOMAS HAYES? No, that’s actually CASWORAN ROWLE. Only EIGHTEEN years old, this SLYTHERIN alumni works as a PHILANTHROPIST and is sided with THE DEATH EATERS. HE identifies as A CIS MAN and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be SNOBBISH, ENTITLED, and CRUEL but also DISCIPLINED, METICULOUS and CHARISMATIC. 

LINKS: stats, pinboard, playlist. CHARACTER PARALLELS: schmidt (new girl), henry winter (the secret history), alistair ryle (the riot club), chad radwell (scream queens), chad charming (descendants) --- (how are two of these named chad wtf) HELLO uh just a heads up that i donut condone any of the behaviour this shithole throws into the world. yikes! also there’s some triggers in here for abuse and terminal illness, but they will be marked <3 

history

let’s get one thing straight --- emrick rowle and hemera rosier did not love each other when they married each other and they knew about it. they both agreed that their marriage was a good choice, a smart move, that it would benefit both and --- well, they both had ambition streaming through their veins, so the choice was made easily. they married, for political reasons, for money, but absolutely not for love. 

casworan was born a year into their marriage and was the perfect son. he wasn’t given a welsh name like so many rowles before him had, but a cornish one, celebrating hemera’s mother’s cornish ancestry. 

casworan means one who is powerful in battle, which emrick liked. he wanted a soldier, a pawn, a piece in his great chess match that was the world.

cas is a cousin to genie, wes and lo, and also to seren on his mother’s side.

and casworan’s parents might not love each other, they did love him. his mother’s love was doting and smothering, but genuine and unconditional.  his father’s was conditional, and based on expectations and constantly changing from hot to cold. emrick raised casworan to the perfect heir, the perfect son, the perfect pawn.

emrick rowle is a strategist, but also a coward. he uses his money and influence to pull strings behind the scenes, but is never the one to publicly call the shots. casworan is his son, but he’s also ... another piece in the game. he’s the person who’ll pick up where he left off, and emrick won’t leave everything to someone he does not trust and respect.

hemera is evan rosier’s daughter, by the way, and by no means a sweetheart, but a better parent. compared to emrick, the standard is quite low but still --- she is a better parent, and casworan is a complete momma’s boy. 

so casworan grows up --- spoiled dirty and loved by both parents. he learns languages (french and kernowek from his mother, latin and english grammar and such from a tutor), learns to play the violin, learns about his family’s history and legacy and how it intertwines with the rest of the history of the wizarding world, learns about blood purity and how one day he and his parents will rise above all the unworthy members of their society. he takes it all up and questions nothing, both because he has no reason to, and because his parents are convincing.

abuse tw (verbal and physical) // that’s not to say life was perfect. there was always a certain coldness at home. the lack of love between cas’ parents was clear to him from a young age, and it’s quite a strange thing, when your parents don’t seem to love each other but dont have any issue with it. there was no room for failure at home, no room for toeing the line. his father’s words could go from praising and prideful to harsh and cruel in seconds, his hands hard and unforgiving. casworan learned to keep his back straight and work harder and to swallow whatever anger he felt. he listened to every word that came from his father’s lips and took them in as truth and never questioned the way things were. end of tw

casworan went to hogwarts at age eleven ( he’d seen the castle before, of course --- he’d visited hogsmeade plenty of times before with his mother ) and was sorted into slytherin there. it was an easy sorting --- there were not many non-slytherin qualities the hat saw, besides maybe a sense of loyalty and a hunger for learning but cas’ cunning, shrewdness and ambition outweighed everything. 

hogwarts came easy to casworan. he was a good learner and knew plenty of people from his life before school -- people who ran in the same circles. to branch out wasn’t something he felt he needed to do, with a few exception here or there ( for either particularly skilled people or other purebloods he didn’t know yet ). casworan likes learning, values his education and was, well, a nerd. a hardworking student. was in a few clubs too, i’m sure --- i will get back on that when i have it figured out for plotting purposes! 

terminal illness tw // in casworan’s third year, his mother fell ill. it was a genetic disease, an incurable one, one that soon left her weakened and bedbound and tired. his father’s response wasn’t to stick to her side --- they didn’t love each other after all, and in all honesty, hemera didn’t want him on her side either --- but to flee in stead. his involvement in shady dealings grew and he retreated to the city more and more for work. casworan ... well, didn’t respond very well. 

abuse tw // he raged. he cried and raged and kicked against his father’s shins and demanded that he solved this because, well, the world had always given casworan exactly what he wanted, and when he got something he absolutely did not want, the one person he could blame was his father. he acted like a child because he was one, and his mother was going to die, and his father broke the news in such a cold way that he couldn’t help but rage. his tantrum was met with cold eyes and the same cruelty cas had felt before.

this was when a seed of hate for his father started to grow, something he’d never even dared to feel before. it’s still growing to this day. end of abuse tw //

a family friend moved in to help his mother, and they got a second house elf and life changed, thigns shifted. casworan learned what it was to feel out of control and well, he didn’t like it one bit. he’s entitled and spoiled and used to getting everything he wants and this situation is something he has absolutely no say in and it drives him mad. rather than give him some perspective, it just makes him act more entitled and controlling in the rest of his life. end of terminal illness tw //

so cas makes his way through hogwarts, acting like an entitled twat, hanging with his lads, having a laff here and there and earning a whole lot of NEWTs. he had no qualms sharing his world views or sharing his entitled nature, here and there showing a more violent and cruel streak. casworan is a bully, an elitist prick, someone who looks down on most people. 

when the war breaks out, well --- he’s quick to sign up. he believes in the cause, of course, and there’s no other option, really. he’s been prepped for this life. this is what he was made to do. he doesn’t even consider not joining. and so he joins and feels pride and power and a thirst to proof everyone around him that he’s the motherfucking shit. what an IDIOT.

besides his death eater life, cas is mostly focused on maintaining his image. like his father, he works hard on things like charity and philanthropy, so his name appears in the newspaper linked with good news almost exclusively. he’s picky, of course, about the causes he works for ----- things related to education, he genuinely works for, but there’s also some questionable things he donates to.

and then besides that, cas is mostly focused on enjoying life. getting drunk or high out of his mind, fucking shit up with the lads, having a good old time because guess what? the world is his to own and ruin, and he won’t stop at nothing. he’s entitled and obnoxious, but he always pays and tips well and sees absolutely no issues with his behaviour. he can’t wait for the world to become even more his as the war progresses. 

personality & tidbits

...... an asshole.

no literally he’s such an asshole. he’s so fucking used to the world catering to his ugly needs and getting everything he wants and he’s so entitled and such an ASSHOLE.

someone please punch him

anyway --- he likes Extra things. velvet and silk and rich fabrics and leather shoes and accessories with snake themes and polo shirts and ... he dresses like a frat boy, but then mixed with wizarding fashion

ugly. 

pretentious and snobbish to a fault. wants nothing but the best and is used to the best. would often complain about the house elves and their quality of food at hogwarts, because his house elves were much better cooks, they had been trained in france after all!!!

kind of hates his name and prefers to go by cas at all times, and i dont blame him

has daddy and mommy issues lmao !!! 

capitalist right wing scum, tbh. would have voted trump and brexit and all that shit if he was a real person. I HATE HIM SO MUUUUUCHHHHHHH.

“if youre poor, thats your own fault!”

he is literally the worst person

i hate-write this character its a load of fun

he loves his hair lmao

plays the violin and generally likes classical music? a snob, i told yall. also likes other music, let me figure it out pls thanks

okay let’s talk about some of his better sides because so far all ive done is drag this kid and thats reasonable, but ... he’s got some good things, i guess. 

he’s a good friend. like, if you’re his mate, you’re his mate for life (or until you turn your back, which is when he will feel hurt and will hurt u back yike!). he’ll be there for u Big Time. not good at emotional support, but good at sitting with a glass of wine/whiskey and talking/listening. will finance u if u need it (he doesnt like poor ppl but makes an exception for friends i guess?). will punch someone for u.

he ... does really value education? he would just like to see hogwarts change around bc there’s so much unnecessary shit (read: muggleborn students and subjects like muggle studies and divination). but yeah, he rly thinks that learning is important and that u have to ~broaden your mind ( but not too much ofc )

he is pretty family oriented, and rn he’s of course 18 so that’s not a big thing, but he’d be a ... proper dad? i think? he rly wants a big fam eventually

still a dick

good dueller and generally a pretty skilled wizard which is a bummer :/

loves partying and getting drunk out of his mind and then breaking stuff that isnt his, very riot club like

idk what else to say but HE IS AN ASSHOLE. 

#iidyintro #yikes tm

[heart-karisoo]

I have this wild fantasy. Don't judge me any of you! So, I am not fond of kids and I certainly don't fancy giving birth to one before 10 or so years okay? But like (I have a lot of ideas about running away) you run away from Alpha Kyungsoo because you're a human and he is a fucking Wolf who after shifting is an animal thrice your size! Why do you have to be his good girl? Because he imprinted on you and marked you? U think the fuck not! (1/?)

So one day you pull the stunt of running away with none otherthan a cute Omega of his pack, Baekhyun- your bff, who is the mate of anotherAlpha of the same pack, Chanyeol. Both of you because of being the smol weakidiots that you are get caught on the kingdom borders and general Jongin dragsyour asses back to the royal pack house. Both of your Alphas are fuming and thepunishment is that you both spank each other for letting each other dosomething as dumb as that! Youcry and whimper as Baekhyun whimpers and cries under Chanyeol’s belt thatyou’re smacking his cute bottom with. And then you cry and beg when Kyungsoo’sleather belt comes down on your ass because firstly, since Baek is a boy he isstronger than you, secondly, he is a wolf, thirdly, your daddy’s thick blackbelt just hurts a lot. Your Alpha does not reply you when you ask him to stop,he just sits on the headchair and watches the punishment unfold. Both you andBaek are crying. When the punishment is over, you and Baek both take baths andwear comfy loose clothes before you are returned to your Alpha’s laps; whereyou both belong as the men feed you food and soothe your shaken up bodies. ButKyungsoo is not speaking much. Not that he does often but he is not speaking atall. Though that does not stop him from ordering a sweet and warm cocoa for youwith heart shaped marshmallows which cause the unmated wolves to grunt becauseyou dont deserve their nice Alpha. At nighttime when you both retire to the bedroom, Kyungsoo carries you ofc and locksthe door. “I was not very happy when you ran away, you know.” Hewould finally speak, placing you on the bed and kissing the top of your head.“I- I am sorry… Alpha” you would quiver under his sharp gaze.“I know.” He would reach for his shirt and take it off, unbuttoninghis pants. “I’ll give you a reason to never do it again” his eyes arered when he climbs on the bed. You feel your arousal leaking. Its amazing how despite being human, you getso effected by Kyungsoo’s wolf. Turns out, your Alpha has decided to knot andimpregnate you. And you dont have a say in it. The sex is intense and rough, heis punishing you as well. How dare you try to run away? From him? He treats youlike a princess to deserve this? You scream and mewel, your vision is unstablebecause of his huge knot trying to push into you. She wolves have the abilityto take it, you don’t. You expect a vaginal rip. The time comes when he finallydischarges his seed into you, your physical differences causing your insides toburn a little. He holds his knot deep into you and you are unexpectedly cumminghard. Kyungsoo starts to chuckle and calls you a ‘messy little pup’ afterlooking down at your connected bodies. A fond look in his eyes. You dare tolook down too, and you see that you’re cumming, squirting and pissing yourselfout of sheer pleasure. After pulling his cock out, he shifts. Wolves terrifyyou so you try to move away but you’re too weak. Silver eyes silently warn youto not even try. Huge black claws place on your porcelain thighs, the coloursin a huge contrast & the animal ducks his head down, using its warm tongueto lap you clean as you moan & writhe from over sensitivity. Why does thisfeel so good? The next morning when you wake up, you are held close in yourAlpha’s arms, his heart shaped lips pressed against your forehead. You sit up,waking him. After an hour of assuring Kyungsoo that you were okay & couldwalk, after literally pushing him away because he wouldn’t stop kissing youliterally everywhere because of how well you took his knot and your punishment,you would be allowed to step out of the room. As you would step in the diningroom for breakfast, a cheery Baek would run to you in excitement, his voice loudas he would tell you that his Alpha filled his stomach with his pups. Now youalways talked about how you disliked children but as you told Baek that youwere carrying your Alpha’s pups too, you felt a wave of happiness rush overyou. Both of you spent the 9 painful months in intensive care and your Alphas’spoiling. Ofc Chanyeol was more expressive and Kyungsoo was not. But thatdidn’t mean that the Alpha did not speak to your stomach and threaten it to‘not hurt and make mommy feel sick alot’ when he thought you were asleep,kisses would be peppered. The time came when your pups came into this world,Baek’s 1 babygirl and 2 babyboys being 5 days older than your baby girl. Youdidn’t bear as much as a wolf would since your and Kyungsoo’s fluids were notexactly compatible. But your Alpha who carried his little Alpha babygirleverywhere and spoke to her and spoilt her proved that he didn’t mind at all.Who said you couldn’t have babies again? Plus, Baek’s stressed condition with 3babies had you be grateful of your situation. You shifted your babygirl in your arms,getting comfortable in Kyungsoo’s Alpha head chair, getting ready for a familyportrait. “Hurry up, my daughter doesn’t like to stay in one position fortoo long” it was funny how whipped Kyungsoo was for his baby. You werealmost jealous of her. Just before the click, you would look up at Kyungsoowith a smile, having him look down at you with a smaller one. You would kissthe hand he has on your shoulder, thankful for the punishment he gave you.

Shit that went from an imagine to one shot real quick I am fucked upppppp!

THIS IS A WHOKE 1K ONE SHOT I AM SCREECHING OH MY GOD SHIIIITTTT HOLY FUCK I HAVE STARTED A NEW LIFE AS THE CHARACTER IN THIS FIC!!!

#ask #literally a one shot #imagine

[jadewritings]

Blinded By Secrets [One]

Author’s Note ~ So I decided to set everyone’s heart at ease and make        💔Why’d You Leave?💔 a series, so to speak. Might not be much of a series but I'm gonna try. The gif will be the cover from now on. This is also co-written with a special friend of mine! Enjoy!

Co-Writer ~ @darknightfrombeyond, She is so amazing. She literally to a look at what I already had written and practically deleted it all and rewrote it. Not that I'm complaining, she made it a hell of a lot better.

Pairing ~ Dean x Reader

Word Count ~ 2,631 (Longest I've EVER done..)

Warnings ~ Language, angst, Blood and gore, TOP SECRET INFORMATION

Prologue [x]  Part 2 [x]  Part 3 [x]  Part 4 [x]  Finale [x]

The funeral was agonizingly slow, the kids were crying, along with many others. A military chaplain lead honor guards, derived from the United States Marine Corps, as they carried Dean’s casket to the burial site.

Y/N had cried every day leading up to today. Now all she could do was try and soothe her fatherless, weeping children. She needed to be strong for them. It was a closed casket ceremony, so there was nothing to see but she still sensed something was off. They shot off a 17-gun salute and speeches were given, to honor Dean’s memory.

When no one was looking, her youngest son, Jacob, wandered away to investigate the casket. Too young to understand the significance of the long, glossy oak box.  She turned in time to see him opening it. Y/N rushed over but stopped sharply when she heard him say, “Where’s daddy?”

Shocked by those words, Y/N crept forward to peek into the casket. Just as the boy said, there was nobody inside.Tears burned in her eyes, disbelief coupling with tentative hope. Where was he? Dean. Could he still … somehow … be alive?

She shouted for Sam and Cas, her voice rising sharply over the hush of the funeral home parlor, earning her too many disapproving glares. Sam and Castiel came rushing over, alarmed.

“What’s the matter Y/N? What happened?”

“Where is he?” Y/N demands, voice harsh from the tears she had spent hours swallowing down.

Cas, stoic, said nothing though his sky blue eyes gleamed with knowing. Sam shook his head.

“Is he alive? Sam! Is he alive? Will you help me find him?”

“Y/N, I don’t know what to say. I saw him. He was in that house when it went up. Y/N there’s no way he could have -” Sam stopped. What he was saying struck a chord as he realized … as he remembered … there had been someone walking out behind the house just moments before the explosion.

He hadn’t forgotten that, but in the span of what came next, he’d dismissed what was really just a glimpse.

“I’ll help,” Sam muttered, without thinking. An impulsive statement while his mind reeled with what might be. Dean alive. Was it possible?

“False hope,” Castiel said, laying a comforting hand on Sam’s shoulder. “You know what you saw. Dean could not have survived.”

“Yeah,” Sam said, eyes still trained on Y/N. “I think I saw a lot.”

Relief and for the first time, real hope-filled Y/N.

“You can stay behind and watch the children, Cas, if you’re really so sure there isn’t any point.”

As they left the postponed funeral, none of them saw the man following close behind. Someone that Sam would have recognized; would have remembered. One who didn’t want them to discover the truth of what happened that day, and would go to quite a lot of effort to make sure that none of them did.

Y/N put the children to bed. Carefully tucking each one in, and fluffing the sheets around their bodies the way they liked. Made sure the youngest’s nightlight was plugged into the wall socket. Only once she was sure the young were taken care of did she return to her dining room where Sam and Castiel had taken seats at the small kitchen table. Each nursing mugs of black coffee in their hands.

The steam rose from each cup, framing the men’s grim faces.

“She’s holding onto her hope,” Castiel said, his voice low. “You can’t feed into this. She needs to grieve.”

Y/N pauses in the doorway, one hand braced on the wall. She slinks back a couple inches, hiding behind the wall and listens carefully. Her heart thudding in her chest.

Sam’s hushed response, “You don’t know that. The casket was empty, Cas. We know we brought his body back for burial, but did you see him? At any point, did you actually see what we were escorting? What if Dean was never dead?”

“Then what do you believe happened?” Silence. “You think this was a coverup? What for? What would be the point in faking his death?”

“Maybe, he didn’t. What if it was someone else?” Sam shifted in the chair.

“And who would do something like that?” Cas crossed his arms, still not believing the story. There had to be more than wishful thinking. He needed evidence. Something more concrete than “well, what if?”

“I don’t know. That’s what we’re trying to find out,” His voice hardened. “Care to help?”

“I am helping,” Cas groused.

“No, you’re really not.” Y/N stepped out from behind the wall. “All you’re doing is doubting everything. Do you even care that my husband, the father of my children, your fucking best friend could possibly be alive? That he might be out there somewhere? Alone and in trouble?”

Sam and Cas jumped in their chairs, startled by Y/N’s sudden appearance. Sam shot a glance at Castiel. The other man had the grace to look embarrassed to have been caught saying those things, but he met her stare evenly.

“Of course I do. Like you said, he’s my best friend. I want to find him. I really do but what’s the point? Dean … he’s gone Y/N. You realize what this is? You’re clinging onto the maybe of an impossible situation. The odds that he may still be alive are nil. You know that.”

“Then where is his body?” Said with finality. That - THAT - was the missing element. The dead don’t run away. He should have been there. He wasn’t. If Dean was truly dead all it meant was that somebody stole his remains. And that was grotesque. If her mind refused to go anywhere, it was in that direction …

No one said anything for entirely too long. All looking at each other, frowns and dark looks. Finally, it was Cas who spoke. But not to continue his argument. He said, “Pass me your laptop.”

Sam blinked. “Me?”

“Yes. Pass me your computer.”

Hesitantly, Sam pulled a slim silver laptop from the leather bag at the foot of his chair. Slid it across the table to Castiel, who opened the top. The man’s face lit with bluish light as the computer booted up. He began to type quickly, with careless efficiency. He clearly knew exactly what he was doing. Y/N leaned over, curious to see what he was doing. Without breaking stride, Cas nudged the computer so she couldn’t see it’s screen.

Y/N sat back with a huff. Sam took a swig of his coffee, grimacing at the too strong flavor. It was like battery acid, burning his throat but he got the feeling this was going to be a long night.

“There,” said Cas, after only a few minutes. “Look.”

He twisted the laptop around so Sam and Y/N could see. They both leaned forward eagerly. On the glowing laptop screen was a single article written two years prior.

BODIES MISSING FROM MORGUE - Army Colonel Killed in the Line of Duty returned home today. Body recovered on the 2nd of August was due to be returned to the grieving family has been found missing from the local morgue on the 13th of this month. Official documents show the body was received and scheduled to be transferred to the mortuary, however, city employees deny the arrival of the Colonel’s remains. Family threatening legal action.

“Oh my god. So Dean isn’t the only one who’s been taken. He really is alive.” Tears pooled in Y/N’s eyes.

“Don’t jump to conclusions,” Cas cautions darkly. “We don’t know exactly what’s going on.”

“At least we have something to go on.” Sam took his laptop and scrolled through the article to find any other information, paying no mind as to how Cas did that so quickly.

Y/N blinked and looked up at Castiel, gratitude shining through the tears in her eyes. “How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Find information as quickly as you did?”

Cas said nothing.

Sam cut in, “Wait, the article says they found the missing bodies washed up on shore. Many wounds were inflicted; burn marks, cuts in the skin. Bullets wouldn’t do that. An IED wouldn’t leave cuts so clean. Flying shrapnel tears through, it doesn’t slice.”

“So?” Y/N asks.

“So … what does that? Surgical precision.”

Y/N laughs nervously. “Surgically precise, Sam?”

Cas’ expression darkens ominously. “Surgical precision is necessary when performing tests. Medical procedures. Or experimentation.”

A chill works it’s way up to Y/N’s spine. “Experiments?”

“You think human experimentation is an option, there, Cas?” Sam sighs. “And you thought believing Dean might still be alive was ridiculous. C’mon.”

“It’s happened before,” was all Cas had to offer.

“What do you mean, ‘It’s happened before’ Cas?” Y/N wondered.

“Nazi Germany,” he said quietly. “Experiments were performed on human subjects. And other government agencies … accused of the same. Vietnam soldiers “vaccinated” with chemical agents; involuntary experimentation. They have labs all around the world.” “Why have you never told me about this? And Dean, he would have wanted to know.” Sam’s temper flared, he didn’t like being lied to.

“There are times when things should be said, that was not one.” Cas stood, grabbing his cup and moving to the counter to pour himself another cup of coffee.

“U-Uh, okay, so what are we supposed to do now?” Y/N asked.

Sam sighed, “Now, we find their lab. It’s our only shot at finding Dean.”

Going on a dangerous trip like this called for a shopping trip. Y/N went to the grocery store while Cas stayed watching the kids and Sam waited in the car; gathering more intel on that damn laptop of his.

Pushing her buggy through the aisles, her gaze passing over boxes and packets of stuff she would need a stove to cook - making them useless on a road trip - Y/N felt the first flutters of nervousness. This would take a long, long time and she didn’t know if they would ever succeed. It would be hard. It would be dangerous.

Distracted by her thoughts, Y/N bumped somebody with the end of her cart.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t watching where I was going, totally my fault!” she repeated, flabbergasted.

As she looked up, she was met with a cold stare. The man towered over her, dark and imposing. Shivers snaked up her spine, making Y/N want to go. Not turn around and leave; this was a man she would never show her back. No, he made her want to back away.

“W-Well, I should be going then. Have a nice day, sir.” Picking up the pace, Y/N quickly finishes buying her groceries and starts for the back door. She turns her head slightly to check if the man is there, only to be met with a damp cloth, smelling sickly sweet and through her terror, she understood it was chloroform.

Y/N kicked with her feet, throwing her weight back but the arm around her waist tightened like an iron band around her stomach. She could feel her ribs bruising beneath his incredible strength. She tried to hold her breath but her panic spiked and her lungs burned. Demanding air.

She took a breath. That hot, stinging chemical all there was. It seared the inside of her nose. She could feel it grating harshly at the back of her throat. Her head spun, reeling with this incredible dizziness that made the whole world tilt and sway.

It wasn’t like in the movies. It was nothing like in the movies …

Her stomach rolled, cramping painfully with nausea so fierce she knew she would be sick. Y/N tried to swallow, tried to breathe. Spots erupted across her vision, and it was like the static of an old TV and the worse part, the part that scared her more than anything was the sensation of falling.

It was as if she were sinking. Darkness swelling up and closing over her head and it was so much like drowning … sinking …

Sam waited for as long as his patience would allow, in a warm car with a hot laptop in his lap steadily heating the inside to new heights. He looked up, his eyes burning with tiredness from the long night coupled with staring at the old military documentation and new articles on a sixteen-inch screen.

Where was Y/N? She was only supposed to be gone for a bit, collecting a few things. Sam became worried so he called Cas.

“Cas, I can’t find Y/N. They must have taken her while she was shopping…. Okay, I’ll be right there.”

Y/N woke to cold.

Confusion whirled, and she coughed softly. She wasn’t freezing, nothing like that. But she felt so chilled. As if she’d run to check her mail in the fall, wearing only her pajamas.

Lights flickered, it was calming yet eerie. She couldn’t stay awake, and she felt as if she were moving. She was too lost to make sense of that. It was just odd. A slight squeaking, as if wheels turning, hummed in her head. She curled her toes and was surprised to find she wasn’t wearing shoes or socks. That helped to wake her a little from that numbing senselessness.

The motion of stopping jolted her fully awake. She looked around the room. Cement walls, very few lights making the room just a bit dim. A man in a white coat and the blue surgical mask came into view.

“W-what … who are you?” Y/N tried to keep the terror from her voice, but she could see the glint of a scalpel in his gloved hand.

The man - she thought he might have been a man - did not look at her. She could feel him probing her inner arm with a thumb.

“What’s going on?” Y/N tried again. Her gaze shot around the room, panic like poison in her blood. The mechanical beeping on an EKG over her head accelerated. Mirrors and blindingly bright lights spotlit her body. She couldn’t see anything past that, but the man with the mask and an impression of bodies moving about made her think she was surrounded.

“Hello, Mrs. Y/L/N. Good to have you with us, you’ll make a great candidate, just like your husband. Shall we get started?” His tone was chipper. At the mention of Dean, Y/N struggled from the chains that bound her to the gurney, causing a chuckle from the doctor.

He turned, grabbing a differently sized scalpel, and took a deep breath. “It’s time.”

Ice crystallized around Y/N’s heart. She was terrified, the doctor moved closer, inch by inch, until the scalpel dragged along her skin. Blood welled up from the deep slice, trickling off her arm to trickle onto the metal table. Her screams bouncing around the room.

He stopped long enough to set down the tool, only to turn and dig his gloved fingers into her arm, searching for something. Her breathing slowed from the shock, but she held on. Y/N gritted her teeth struggling to stay awake.

“Done. Now that wasn’t so bad.” the doctor grinned darkly.

“Fuck you.” Y/N retorted through the blur of tears.

A woman stepped in the room. “Nurse, would you kindly take Mrs. Y/L/N to her room?” the nurse only nodded to his request and grabbed the arm that wasn’t bleeding. When she stood the room turned upside down, causing her to fall before the nurse held her up.

She was strong for her tiny size.

The nurse set Y/N on her bed and left quietly. All she could do was pass out from the shock of the events.

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